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But he wasn't sad, not by a long shot. If anything, there was something absolutely delightful about being able to sit in, frankly, plain sight reading research held close by a powerful alien empire. (They didn't call themselves an empire, no, no, they just were a large collection of planets with a united non-military space fleet of explorers who happened to nearly all have destructive weaponry and training to use it, that's all, but the concept stood.) Having a cat running around was delightful. Replicators? Dozens of different species in one place, talking to one another, hardly a drop of suspicion amongst them? Something almost no Vorta had experienced. Well, almost no real Vorta. He'd heard of a few defective clones littering the stars. There was a certain quiet joy in breaking new ground.
Which was why he flopped back onto the grass and started laughing until the muscles of his abdomen ached, because he was here, on a ship, the rigors of Starfleet Academy over! And he had a cat! And he'd almost met the entire senior staff and attended a party with them! And the freedom of it, the freedom to do something like that while in the good graces of the Founders was... there were no words for it!
Pebbles had by now lost interest in the hologram-lemur and walked over to investigate what was happening. Nedras was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe, and it was only once the concerned meowing got his attention that he forced himself to calm down and wipe the happy tears from his face. He scratched Pebbles behind the ears. "Sorry, that's classified." He joked to the cat, before getting to his feet. "I'd load a training simulation, but you'd have no idea what to do with it. Let's walk." He started wandering the foreign landscape of home, Pebbles by some miracle zig-zagging after.
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"In times like these I cannot be too careful." He said, leaning into her touch and closing his eyes, relaxed.
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"Neither do I." He answered softly. "Shall we find ourselves some food and drinks?"
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"That's quite an accomplishment. The average klingon should have the biological advantage so you can be proud that you got that far." she laughed "So, how is your crew doing? With the war going on?" she sounded unusually caring for a klingon.
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"Yeah, there's a party going on," she replied. "You might want to change clothes..."
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"Are you sure? It's pretty warm here, it can get hot if you're in uniform," she replied.
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“Yeah, I’m sure. I appreciate the concern, though. I’d be a crappy security officer if I couldn’t handle a little heat, huh?” She laughed somewhat.
Ensign Sovin T'Pruk
She gave a cheerful smile, “Hey, Yeah! You’ve got a point!” this almost instantly caused her to perk up
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